Norma Jean Lyrics

3. Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste

Waltz around the room,
With a glaze in your stare.
In your tuxedo suit.
I'll give it a name.
Lower defenses.
I'll lower the casket.
Open the door.
Open the grave.
Murder
Murder
Murder
Murder
Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer
Doing the waltz with your murderer
Doing the waltz with your murderer
You're doing the waltz with your murderer
Doing the waltz with your murderer
You're doing the waltz with your murderer
You're doing the waltz with your murderer
You're doing the waltz with your murderer
Waltz around the room,
With a glaze in your stare.
In your tuxedo suit.
I'll give it a name.
Lower defenses.
I'll lower the casket.
Open the door.
Open the grave.
Mediocrity is the killer
Mediocrity is the killer
Mediocrity is the killer
Mediocrity is the killer
You find yourself helpless.
Christ is not a fashion, fleeting away.
Fashion, fashion, fashion!
He laid emeralds in her eyes,
Oh but I'd already tied
A bracelet made of gold
And scarlet thread around her wrist
And everything was wrong
So we sang sentimental songs
"Oh how seldom we belong
But how elegant our kiss"
And we painted crooked lies
But we danced in perfect time
To a love so much refined,
We know not what it is until like a dullen wine
We pour into a grief
We'd known before but never quite like this,
Never quite like this.
All I know now is regret,
She follows like a silhouette
On the cobblestone behind me,
But she has nothing much to say
Except to innocently ask,
Her voice delicate as glass,
"Do you see me when we pass?"
But I continue on my way.

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